Lucas and the Catholics

God love Lucas. He is a trip, that kid! As we were doing some errands today Lucas and I got to talking about religion, of all things. He told me he looks like a Catholic boy. I said “What exactly does a Cathoic boy look like?” He said a Catholic boy looks like him, of course, DUH! I never really thought about Lucas looking like a Catholic boy.

Before I could stop myself I went for the Catholic jugular. “How exactly can you look like a Catholic boy? You eat meat on Ash Wednesday and Friday. You haven’t given up a thing for lent. How exactly does that work, you thinking you look like a Catholic but not participating in Lent?” I asked. Oooooof, gotcha! He had no real answer, just a weak, little “Oh, yeah.” Going back to the Catholic guilt, baby ~ I think I just sloughed some off on him. He says he will TRY not to eat meat on Fridays. The good old college try, I can accept that. He also says he will give up cussing for Lent. I didn’t really think Lucas cussed but if he thinks “fricking” is a cuss word I am A-OK with that! With Lucas, it’s baby steps to get where he needs to be. These are baby steps on the road to full blown Catholic guilt!

I will continue on my quest to instill some Catholic guilt, especially in my little blond boy who thinks he looks like a Catholic boy. I will do it for the love of Lucas and the Catholics…

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I grew up in a military family, leaving one place just as it was beginning to feel like home. I take the lessons learned from a life on the move and translate them into my life and fictional stories of second chances, family, betrayal, rebuilding, surviving heartbreak and the most important thing of all...love. My home is truly where my heart is, and I learned the how important it is to bloom where I am planted. My family is the core of who I am, with love being the defining factor in my life.